Here and Now

Trapped in my own

Trap, I made this

Myself creating my own disaster

With mechanical precision

So now I am here

What to do

Light Night

Suddenly it is evening

Driving around aimlessly

Trying to get used to

Living in the eternal

Twilight zone called

White night

Communication

Losing my language

Tone deaf and unable

To surrender

I create a new one

With stones and sticks

Somebody might

Eventually understand me

Work

The master is always at work

Guarding the fire

Changing the elements

In an eternal strife

Relentless work

Making us

The best we can be

On a Saturday

Afternoon